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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Does love at first sight exist? As a romance writer I firmly
believe it does.

Love is an emotion that is probably the most important human
feeling you will ever experience.

According to Sigmund Freud the study of love is left to the
writer to depict but I believe it’s also up to the reader to envisage what that
word means to them. Love is an emotion that has given us enjoyment since the
beginning of mankind.

So what draws one person to another? I find this fascinating
and one of my favorite things of all time is to people watch while having a
cappuccino sitting outside of my favorite
coffee house it’s amazing what you can
see when you just sit there.

Watching two people, there actions, a touch, a caress, a
kiss, a look…it’s so special

Chemistry…What is it? The need to see that one person over and over again.

It’s the ignite to a relationship, an
animal attraction between two people, a hit over the head that has you seeing
stars. When you think of that special someone you smile for no reason, your
heartbeat races, your breath becomes faster and a sense of excitement sweeps
through you like a tornado.

In my book ‘Her Passionate Protector’ Alex sees Lucy in a
picture and is immediately attracted…he doesn’t know why, he just has to meet
the woman who has captured his inner emotions.

The consensus says that men are more likely to fall in love
at first sight because they are more visual than woman. I’m not sure that’s
true, but for whatever reason it’s the most special feeling in the world.

Blurb:

When Lucy meets Alex the owner of the new company her cleaning business has just picked up a contract for, her hard won self preservation and quiet life flies out the window. Smoldering heat ignites every time Alex comes near her. He is confused by this independent, yet vulnerable woman and when her ex-husband returns, determined to hurt her, Alex fights for her life and their love. However the future that Alex foresees for them both has a very bumpy ride in store for them both.

Excerpt:

“Come on. Let’s see how bad your dancing really is.”

Startled, Lucy had no choice but to follow, as he still had hold of her hand.

After a few moments of him groaning, she stifled a giggle.

“See? I told you I was bad.”

“You did, but I didn’t realize I would lose all feeling in my toes,” he murmured with amusement, his mouth close to her ear. “Hey let’s try it this way, I think perhaps it might be better if we don’t move very much, and then I can hopefully keep my toes from being totally annihilated.” His words had Lucy chuckling with I told you so.

His eyes narrowed at her glee “Stand still. Give me your hands.” He pulled both her arms around his neck, as he rested his on her tiny waist. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest as she felt his very manly body so very close to her own. Her eyes slowly moved up to meet his.

Looking down at her, he started to sway to the music, moving her body with his. Their feet barely moved as the feel of the music surrounded them. It was as if they were the only two people in the room, their eyes locked, neither one turning from the other as the pull of emotions joined their bodies almost as one.

Alex moved first and tilted his head down to whisper in her ear. His breath caressed her sensitive lobe.

“You fit perfectly now that you are not desecrating my feet.” His husky voice lowered almost to a baritone and had a scintillating amusing tone that made her smile.

But her stomach clenched and her whole body ached with something, she didn’t know what, the swell of emotion that cascaded through her was so unfamiliar.

Lowering her eyes back to his chest, she noticed his jacket emphasized the width of his broad shoulders. The white shirt hid the flatness of his stomach. Lucy inhaled the maleness of him, the musky scent of his aftershave.

Her fingers took on a life of their own as they threaded through his silky blond hair where it caressed the collar of his shirt. Lucy swallowed trying to lubricate her dry mouth. Her breathing quickened as those hands that had been resting on her waist moved to the small bone at the base of her spine, effectively moving her even closer. She could feel every muscle and line of his body against hers, every muscle, and one she wasn’t sure that she should be so close to.